Dalmuir Hill Tuesday morning July 1852 My dearest Donald I am very sorry that I could not write last night. I had been all day working hard to finish something I was sewing but when I got it done I was too fatigued to begin writing. The weather has been dreadful since Saturday. It [cleared] up a little on Sunday morning and we got to church in the morning with great difficulty. The roads were in such a state I do not think I have seen them so bad for years. At Lyon's they are quite unpassable. It commenced raining again in the afternoon and has continued ever since. It is very annoying to be kept a prisoner this way. I feel so well now that I would like a short walk every day which would be much better for me than sitting sewing from morning till night. I thought